The cure to living in constant fog is, of course, moving.  So that's what we did.  We moved from Daly City to Sausalito.  It's night and day.  Redeeming qualities of Daly City?  Ummm.....not many, maybe two - (1) access to the best dog beach (Fort Funston) on the peninsula and (2) proximity to the airport.  Redeeming qualities of Sausalito? Pretty much everything except the aforementioned qualities of Daly City, except that you can walk your dog everywhere in Sausalito while feeling safe (and there is a small beach accessible to dogs) and there is dedicated transportation to and from the airport. 

This place is pretty sweet.  It doesn't have the amazing view of the city and bay, but it's so high up on the hill that you feel like you live in the trees.  Literally! There is also a hummingbird that lives in the tree right off of the upper deck.  People are extremely nice in this neighborhood, as well.  I can't leave the house without being stopped and welcomed to the neighborhood.  I've never interacted this much with neighbors since I was a kid.  That makes me sound like a snob.  Apartment dwellers (which I've been for the last several years) aren't that friendly and I believe it's because they live so close to one another that they don't want people popping over all of the time.  And it's true.  When you go home you want to be able to enjoy your own space without distraction and on your own terms.  That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

Below you will see a couple of pictures that are the view from the upper deck and looking down at the creek below.  Yes, there is also a creek.  And in the morning you (and when I say you, I am clearly talking about myself which would make it sound like I am writing to myself...and I very well could be) can hear the birds chirping.  It almost feels like a Disney movie except I haven't started singing along with the birds (at least, not yet).
Your present and your future are shaped by choices you've made and the paths you've taken in the past. Yeah, that sounds pretty good.  You can't be heading somewhere unless you've already been someplace else.  Makes sense.  Sometimes when I look at where I've been it's amazing that I've ended where I am.  The path makes sense for while - grew up in New Smyrna Beach, went to college in DeLand, worked in Ormond Beach, moved to Tallahassee for continuing my higher education - and then the path changes.  

For a long time I knew I wanted to be a college professor.  I had a great college experience at Stetson University.  Ended up with two degrees in a pretty tedious field called accounting.  Luckily, I was able to get a minor in information systems which made up for it, I think.  But I ended up taking a class called strategic management and knew as soon as it was over that I wanted to get a Ph.D. in that.  Well, I went into the workforce in order to gain some real work experience before pursuing the doctorate.  It was ok.  I mostly worked in accounting positions...nothing fancy...but I met some pretty rad people along the way. After a couple of years of those shenanigans, I left the Central Florida area for a more rural, yet metropolitan lifestyle in good ol' Tallahassee. And yes, Tallahassee is metro and rural.  Please feel free to visit there for additional evidence.  Florida State University, home to the Garnet and Gold Seminoles, is the university I ended up starting my doctoral program.  

I shall spare the details, but I ended getting through a little over a year in the program and realized this was not the path for me.  At least not right now.  Perhaps in a few years or many years I'll decide to actually get my degree, but for now I have put it on hold.  Don't get me wrong, I love strategic management.  One year of strategy in a doctoral program is easily, if not more than, the equivalent to a four-year Bachelor degree.  I love the subject, I just didn't love the type of career that goes along with being in academia.  

Before leaving the program I flew out to visit my sister, Laurel.  She moved out here a little less than year before that visit.  The Bay area was the first place outside of Florida that made me think I could live there.  I'd been struggling with continuing in the program prior to visiting, but once I had visited SF I knew that if I made a move this is where I would jump.  Then I did.  It was absolutely the craziest and most impulsive thing I've ever done in my life.  And huge!  I grabbed my cat, India, and we moved out here about a month later.

That's where my path completely changed, and now I'm trying to figure out where the path is taking me.  What kind of a job will I end up with?  Will I start hanging out with a different kind of person than I did when I lived in FL?  Is this place going to be a good fit for me?  Will I ever get used to the sun setting over the ocean? Or will I ever get used to the ocean being on the left when I'm driving north?  Here's to figuring out those answers!